Down the road from the school towards Sepulveda Blvd was a house where a guy had a '63 Maserati (sp?) model 3000 (?) 2+2 that had a very nice fresh paint job, new red leather upholstery, and low original miles on it's V-12 engine. All for only $2,500. I thought about it for 6 months until he finally sold the car to someone else. Awh shucks, it was probably overpriced anyway!
In 1980 a buddy and I were playing golf out near Thousand Oaks one Sunday afternoon. After the game we went to a local doughnut shop to have our after-game doughnut and critique our game. While sitting there I picked up a copy of the local Thrifty Nickel and scanned the "autos for sale" section.
A person had listed a "nice 1966 GTO Convertible, original owner, low miles, $2,500" with an address close to where we were. So I called on the pay phone (this was pre-cell phone days!) and got directions to the place.
When we got there, sitting in the driveway was this pristine all white '66 Goat convertible. It only had about 60,000 original miles, all it's life it had been in SoCal and garaged when not in use! The women who owned it said she had bought it new when she graduated from college, she ordered it from the factory with the 389 Tri-power, no power steering, a 4-spd on the floor, white paint, white top, and white interior. To get it ready to sell, she had it repainted white at great expense, plus she had a new top put on and had it reupholstered, and threw in a tuneup and oil change, plus new tires!

Does it get any better then this folks?
Oh yes, it does!

I asked the lady if she was asking $2,500 and she said "Yes I am, but I would take $1,500 cash for the car if you were interested!"
Now the bad news- I actually had the money, could have afforded it! My wife and I both worked, made good money, and the wife would not have complained about having a Goat in the family.

I would like to have something to blame my lack of foresight, or stupidity on- but I don't! Just myself, that all! I did not buy the car, and have been kicking myself ever since. (And I like to think that my momma didn't raise no fool!)